As the evening rolls into the night, an unsettling silence consumes the once lively room; an unspoken fear growing inside of us like a parasite attacking away at its unknowing host, unmercifully consuming our once flowing positivity that was only recently harboured. We say goodnight mournfully and retire to our quiet bedrooms; every one of us dreading what the next day may bring if the Trinity Council’s suspicions are right, all as equally worried as the other while we question what our future may hold if this threat is deemed to be true.
Despite my best efforts of trying to fall asleep, I find myself restless, my stomach in knots while my thoughts wander making it close to impossible to try and settle down. I toss and turn repeatedly into the early hours of the morning, fighting with mys
